Call Me Ishmael

Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much.

So, why did they like sitting in front of their house, on the street, on their plastic chairs? Picnic or what? Privet Drive was not quite wide and their big bodies always blocking my car to passed by. They made me turn around and entered my house from the opposite direction. Thank you very much.

She sprayed the fallen leaves in their yard, even only one leaf, with the water hose. And he sprayed my trash bin with pee. Thank you very much.

“How come you still stay on number three’s drive?” my friend asked.
“May I trade places with you?”
“Ugh! thank you very much.”

(to be continued)